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02-17-2009, 07:10 AM
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"Unhand the little one, Swordsman, or you shall see more than just colors." With that he makes himself seen, standing next to them with an orb drawn and both hands spread wide. You can see the old Gnome's facial features clearly, from his combed and neatly trimmed ear length white hair, to his equally elequent white goatee, with the onset of wrinkles in his skin starting to show. 'She may be a mischievious halfling, but I hate it when the big folk throw their size around as if it matters.' 
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02-17-2009, 07:21 AM
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Watching the situation unfold Ghendur does nothing but sit idly by. If these fools want to bicker and fight amongst themselves so be it. But let's see who has a few tricks up their sleeves. Ever alert he watches the crowd for any sign of further trouble that might spill over in his direction. Nonchalantly he pulls out his greatsword and begins to sharpen it slowly.
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02-17-2009, 08:08 AM
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"I won't be unhanding anyone since I don't have anyone in hand. I'm afraid you've misread the situation. In any case I suggest you keep your little gnome nose out of other people's business and concentrate on this mess," Val says, indicating the accumulation of carriages.
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02-17-2009, 08:08 AM
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As the warlord reaches for his sword, Jenna thinks for one awful moment that she may have put her foot in where she shouldn't have. Until he reaches out and ruffles her hair that is. Then she yanks back from under his hand, sputtering. "Gah! Patronizing too!" She looks up at the laughing man and is about to say something when the shower of red sparks and booming voice next to her cause her to jump a foot in the air. I can handle myself she thinks furiously. "I can-" she snaps to the gnome before she sees his Peloran symbol, finishing in a quieter voice, "handle myself." Geezer. "He's doesn't have a hand on me, and I'm not that little! "Goodman" Valandil and I were just saying hello in our own fashions. Isn't that right?" she turns to the eladrin, a more innocent, easygoing smile on her face. She has made the man squirm, and that was all she had wanted.
__________________Looking around, Jenna realizes that the crowd she wanted to watch Valandil was now something she did not want anymore, and she made a shooing motion with her hand. "Nothing to see here, move along!"
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02-17-2009, 09:28 AM
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Valandil realizes he may have overdone things somewhat with the gnome and tries to correct his previously hostile attitude towards him. The halfling has bamboozled him but he is in no mood to start any unnecessary aggression.
"I'm sorry, it's not your fault you didn't understand. It was an easy mistake to make. Our halfling friend, here, has a habit, unlike my enemies, fortunately, of finding my weakest points and exploiting them to the full. Fortunately she is a good person. My name is Valandil, I'm from Wesbank." He holds out a hand to the gnome.
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02-17-2009, 09:46 AM
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The Gnome takes his hand and shakes it, a warm greeting. "Not at all. My name is Dim. I am from a place long ago destroyed, and long since forgotten. Don't worry about your prior verbal assault, my tactics could have shaken the most seasoned warrior." He smiles warmly, assuming it was his intimidation that startled Valandil and hastened him to threats. He continues on, not removing the heart warming smile from his face. "But take it as a lesson. First, that Pelor encompasses all, so everything is his business. Second, is that noble help is hard to find, and one would be careless to dismiss it so rashly."
__________________Dim then addresses the halfling. "I would like to extend my greetings also to you, little one." He says as he extends his hand. The last bit is obviously in jest, because up close it's easy to see that Jenna is a good four inches taller than Dim.
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02-17-2009, 10:57 AM
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"Jenna. Uh, nice to meet you." she says awkwardly, feeling as if it were anything but as she shakes the gnome's hand. She seemed unsure of how to act around the gnome, priest he seemed to be. He didn't seem to be unarmed, but the magic tricks a few second ago cautioned her against thinking of him as an easy target. Must be one of those priest-types that wield magic. she decides. Careful Jenna, you don't want to be cursed or turned into anything unnatural.
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02-17-2009, 12:34 PM
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Valandil looks around him and sees the two Dragonborn men staring at them. He was fond of Dragonborn and had fought with many brave examples of their race. Even so, he felt a little uneasy at the silent scrutiny of the two here. "So are you guys going to sit there all day staring at us or is there something we can do for you?" he says with a cheesy grin.
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02-17-2009, 04:31 PM
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Due to the halfling's outbust, hardly anybody realized an argument taking place on the other side of the camp. A robed man was arguing with a gruff looking dwarf, and as the conversation went on the dwarf's appearance grew more determined as the priest looked more resigned. The dwarf finally stomped his foot, hopped into his wagon, and awkwardly attempted to slam the cloth door. The priest looked stunned and bewildered. He scanned the camp and appeared to assess his options.
A flash drew his attention to the center of a small crowd that was forming. He started immediately towards the source of the light, sensing some conflict brewing. He began to nervously clutch his holy symbol, hoping that his fledgling healing powers would not be required. The tension left the air, and he sighed. He relaxed for a moment, before remembering the predicament in which he found himself. Noticing that the gnome wore the symbol of Pelor, the young priest's eyes lit up and her rushed to the front of the crowd. He blurted out, “Brother, am I ever glad to see you! When Pelor closes one door, he surely opens another, and here I have found you.”
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02-17-2009, 06:16 PM
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Armond walks closer to the group of people now, coming close to the halfling. Without removing his hood, he speaks. "Jenna is it? May I ask why you were following me before? I must say I am glad you and the warrior here are friends. If the guards of Darbell heard all this noise they would surly come and throw you in jail for disturbing the peace. Though by the looks of you, jails don't seem to be of much bother to you."
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02-17-2009, 09:51 PM
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"Hey! Just what are you trying to say? Are you saying I frequent such low life places? Do I look like I frequent jails in this outfit?" Jenna doesn't miss a beat in ignoring his second question to answer his comment, raising an eyebrow and spreading her arms wide to show off her dirty but otherwise pristine outfit of moderately tailored leathers. She keeps her voice to a normal level however, not wanting to get the attention of the guards he mentioned. "And of course the guards of Darbell would be surly if they had to come find me. Most people trip over me without seeing me." she finishes with a brief frown, reminding him that he didn't see her until she drew attention to herself. What is with people today? Jail? Me? Why, he's never seen me before in his life and he automatically assumes that I belong in a jail! I've never been in jail my whole life! No one could catch this halfling doing anything wrong, no sir!
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02-17-2009, 11:23 PM
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"I do apologize, for I didn't mean that you frequent jails or belong in jails." Armond bows a little. My name is Armond Braithwaite, pleased to meet you. Armond lowers his hood, revealing his tanned skin face, and shoulder length, black hair. His eyes, when taking a closer look at, are more almond shaped and elven. Though he has more bulk to his muscle, then an elf.
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02-17-2009, 11:37 PM
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Her annoyance subsides again, and Jenna grins widely. I guess he didn't want to cause a scene either. "Jenna. Jenna Sunleaf." she says. Sunleaf? Ugh, I have got to think up a better last name. "Apology accepted, if you explain what you did mean. And why did you keep your face hidden like that?" She gives a mock-shiver. "Oh. This is Valandil Something-or-other. Just a passing acquaintance, really." she says, motioning to the man looking at the dragonborn.
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02-18-2009, 12:14 AM
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Ghendur doesn't pause as he continues working on his blade. "I can look anywhere I please." His reply was curt and rather rude. He starts to wonder at the odd assortment of people gathered around. Some of them might be useful, though most look rather weak. looks can be deceiving though. Finally putting his sword away the dragonborn stretches his long limbs as he stands up.
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